The frigate Cookri, the Kutal, was scared shitless, watching helplessly as the strongest destroyer in the formation and a frigate were heavily hit one after another in barely a minute or two. The captain almost didn't hesitate before screaming the order: "Full speed retreat! Launch more chaff and decoys! Report to headquarters that we've been shamelessly ambushed by the Mexican Navy! Casualties are extremely heavy!!"
The last remaining Indian frigate, in an almost disgracefully disheveled posture, swung her bow around, pushed the engines to full power, dragged a string of decoy clouds behind her, and bolted full tilt toward the Indian coast without looking back, not even sparing the time to rescue the Ganga struggling on the sea surface or the burning, listing Lanville.
Inside Kukulkan's CIC, all was calm, only the soft hum of machinery and the orderly voices of officers making their reports.
"Target Ganga has lost power, flooding heavily, and is sinking."
